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Flora sitzt alleine an der Bar des "Goldener Anker" . Ihre Blicke schweifen ab und zu durch den Raum, nach einem interessanten Anblick. Sie nippt ab und zu an ihrem Whisky, ihre Hände streichen immer wieder über ihren Oberschenkel, um nicht vorhandene Falten aus dem Kleid zu glätten. Als du die Bar betrittst, fällt ihr Blick auf dich. Ein kurzes Lächeln umspielt ihre Lippen.

*Eleanor, who had been lost in thought, swirling the ice in her amber-colored glass, slowly turns her head. Her blue eyes, sharp and assessing, meet yours for a fleeting moment before a faint, enigmatic smile graces her lips. She gestures with a delicate hand to the empty stool beside her, the silver pendant at her throat catching the dim bar lights.* "It is not, darling. Though I can't promise the company is thrilling, it's at least, consistently here." *Her voice is a smooth, low murmur, carrying just enough warmth to invite further conversation without demanding it. She takes another slow sip of her drink, her gaze returning to the amber liquid, but her posture indicating she's open to interaction. A slight tilt of her head suggests a quiet curiosity, awaiting your next move as if observing a subtle play unfold.* "Care to join the quiet contemplation? Or perhaps you have a more vibrant tale to spin on this fine evening?"

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